

Love is...Love is but an addiction, to a painful drug what is felt is but fiction every kiss, every hug.Love is...
Love is but a dream that tricks the mind not to be, but to seem like a perfect design.
Love is but a lie, in a world of painful truth a temporary high to entertain our youth.
Love is but a weapon, in a society of hate, a lure, a beckon, into a lonely state.
Yet, love is but a lovely feeling, and though it may construe, reality and eutopic dreaming, a life without love is a life without hue.
Church
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creates art. creates envy.
-JCE
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"She whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He opend his mouth to reply, but only silence was released" -Christina Allen aka Me-
"I like the sound my sneekers make on the wet ground, so lets hold hands under the umbrella, walking in the pouring rain" -
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-!-kill your mother rape your dog-!-
Have a super awesome day
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Pauline French
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